Thursday, November 02, 2006

I got a text message at 6:30 this morning from my brother, telling me that his wife's water broke and they were in the hospital. I sent one right back to him telling him that Nas(short for Nazir, the child's name)is coming. I can only imagine what is going through his mind right about now. The birth of a child is a lot to deal with, but luckily(or unluckily depending on how you look at it) I never got a chance to see my son born. My son's mother unexpectedly went into labor, and I had to travel from DC to Hampton in record speed to make it(and I got a ticket). Unfortunately, I missed the whole childbirth experience by about 30 minutes. That is one of the hazards of having a child out of wedlock..had that been my wife, or even my serious girlfriend, I'm quite sure things would have been different. Jamal is about to have a child within the context of a marriage, so he gets to see every step of his child's life..including the play by play, blow by blow, of childbirth. Jamal, if you're reading this, good luck with all that buddy!!

I left work yesterday at about noon. A series of personal things were happening to me at the same time, and since I have leave to burn, I said fuck this I'm out of here. I wrapped up what I was working on, and I left the building. But before I got on the train, I sat down to call my mother back. I was frustrated, angry, and I wanted to go on a choking spree, starting with whoever randomly crossed my path. While I was sitting there talking to my mother, a homeless man came and sat right next to me. He had a brown paper bag with him, and he emptied it out. It contained a sandwich, some money, and two cigarettes, one of which he set aside presumably to smoke after his meal. His hair and his Tom Hanks beard were completely gray, and this man was completely oblivious to everything around him, except the contents of that bag. Now just 3 hours prior to this moment, I had just written in my blog, that everyone has problems relative to their own situation. And now, my own words were staring me right in my face. Talk about irony..however, just like I wrote in my blog, seeing this didn't make me feel any better. In fact, for a quick second, I envied this man..he was getting ready to enjoy a meal and cigarette, and that could have quite possibly been the highlight of his day. The envy lasted a quick second though..plus my beard was better.

Directv is giving me a free week of NBA League Pass, which means I have access to every NBA game from now until November 7th, and friends let me tell you, 'tis a beautiful thing. From 7pm yesterday to midnight, I had the remote in my hand, and I watched 12 games. Of course I didn't watch any of them to completion, I just kept flipping back and forth, every time a commercial came on. As my friend said to me last night, all I need was a glass of wine, and some oral sex, and I would have been king of the world...well not quite, a brown paper bag with a sandwich and a cigarette would have done the trick too...Anyway, I'm sick of Lebron James and his damn commercial already. The NBA is so hungry for a star, that they are shoving these damn commercials down my throat. Last time I checked, Dwyane Wade had a title and a Finals MVP trophy, not Lebron. And why does Dwyane spell his name like that? Was his mother dyslexic or something? Shouldn't it be Dwayne? I'm rambling and nitpicking now, let me end this.